（ he isn't kept waiting. cy grits his teeth against the little aftershocks that nip at the heels of little death, and then reaches for sasuke by whatever means possible, pulling him upwards through the bracket of his knees back to his lap so he can steal a kiss, licking the taste of himself from sasuke's mouth with an irrepressible hunger. ）

Good job, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you. Definitely perfect score material.

（ he drops his attention to sasuke's throat, and drags his teeth there against the skin, pulling his head back by one fist in his hair. ）

Full marks. But if you want some bonus points... you should tell me how to get you off, next.